Chapter 13 Imprint

Hugh Croft was following Jane Fowler all this while.

He heard the argument between Jane and Peter Fowler.

He noticed the sadness in her eyes when she admired the families enjoying their time while she walked alone along the riverside.

She was like a powerful beast that hid the excruciating pain no one knew.

It was only late at night that they would hide in a corner and nurse their wound.

There was something mysterious about Jane.

Hugh found that to be captivating.

She was like the moonflower that only blooms at night.

Hugh could feel that they were of the same type of people

He had felt that from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Now, he was sure of it.

Jane watched the man hiding in the darkness, yet the darkness surrounding him couldn’t shield the nobility and arrogance in that man.

Danger!

She could sense the extreme danger coming from the man standing before her.

Her powerful sixth sense reminded her of the danger every second she stood there.

Still, she felt a sense of familiarity coming from him.

The same feeling Hugh Croft had for her.

Why were they having such a feeling toward each other?

She had never felt like that for anyone other than the Fowlers.

“Who are you?”

Jane asked, trying her best to keep cool.

Hugh stepped out from the shadow after hearing her question.

The first thing that Jane saw on the man was the top–grade leather shoes.

Covering the long, slender leg was a pair of smooth, well–tailored suit pants.

He wasn’t wearing a coat and had only a clean blue shirt.

The blue shirt he had on blended well with the darkness he walked out from, elevating the elegance and the well–defined facial features that spells “ART.”

There was no other word to define what Hugh Croft looked like.

No words were found in the dictionary to define Hugh’s good look.

Jane felt this man might probably be the most prestigious and good–looking man she had ever seen.

He was graceful and carried an aura of nobility with him.

He spellbound even Jane.

“Hugh Croft.”

Hugh generously announced his name.

“You are Hugh Croft?”

It was a name everyone in Stormton City knew.

Hugh Croft! Was there any meaning hidden in this name?

He was the President of the D.Y. Group and the youngest person in charge of the Croft family.

Not only was he able to manage the entire D.Y Group alone, he even doubled the profit and earnings of D.Y. Group every year.

Hugh Croft’s name decorated the top ten listings of Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

He was also the youngest President ever recorded in the Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

The rest of the presidents on Forbes‘ list were usually in their middle–aged or above sixties.

had heard about

wouldn’t think twice about taking harsh measures.

doubted Hugh’s

be afraid of someone with such nobility and

if he was the legendary Hugh

a person like him appear in such

you’ve noticed that I am the one watching you from the private room on the

Bar.”

if he’d sensed the confusion

“Okay!”

same

such a big shot like you following me? I’m certain your motive

already

the

word she had in her dictionary after being rebirth, she was playing

idea.

standing before him was

such a bad idea

couldn’t tell what Hugh Croft wanted from

you a person with

question caught her

idea what

You’ve already exposed yourself.

am, too. You should have felt the sense of familiarity on me,

had already exposed her, there was no point in her to keep

her investigated with a snap of

what do you want,

sign an agreement with you,

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

familiar to the job Andy recommended

Omega type blood in the Darknet to have an agreement to sleep with

sudden. Let me

definitely her

incredibly good–looking, powerful, and came

rose

having a second chance at life, Jane wanted to live freely and spend the rest of her life

love, being with

her losing her life by the side of

should just forget

you leave me your

of silence enveloped both

and in

words on how she should

perhaps? Or

thinking that Jane

easily out of his

people with whom

one of

was like an

the first time he set his eyes on

imprinted

of her drove him

they had the same blood

were the same

wound that had frozen

“Okay!”

number and WeChat

was not that she did not

The reason was simple.

she kept it from him,

be able to dig it out

never liked pointless

scanned through Jane’s WeChat

a simple user name, which spelled

had a picture of The Simpsons family

only had a full mark “” as his

picture was a

you. If there’s nothing

your proposal, I’ll think about it. Give me

from this dangerous person as far

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

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